Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:21:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barracks on Sundays

Tony turned over. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. He sat up
adruptly. He had missed formation. Then he sighed. Around him in beds
were others sleeping. It was Sunday morning.

No formations, no rushed showers, no yelling Sargeants, no morning
runs, no sloppy eggs, no hours ahead of training, lectures, marching.

He stretched and yawned loudly.

"Shhh" Crowley in the bed next to him hushed him. "Cool it" he said.

Tony shrugged and looked over to respond. Crowly was laying back on his
bed. The sheets covered his body though his bare torso was visable down
to his crotch. And the obvious erection tented it below that line.

"Looks like you got a problem there" Tony whispered. His own morning
erection hidden under the scratchy blanket begged for relief as well.

"Sundays. We take turns. It's Sacret's turn this week" Crowley said
"Lay back and wait, if you want one, just do what I do" he said
throwing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. "But you gotta
close your eyes"

Tony lay back down with his head turned towards his bed neighbor. He
closed his eyes almost shut and waited for what he didn't know.

He had been here only two weeks now. Last weekend he escaped to town,
so this was the first weekend on base. The transfer from the hot humid
Texas base was welcomed. But the sight of the old buildings and
barracks, disappointed him.

At other bases he had served in, Tony shared a room with three other
soldiers. The large barracks were only used in basic training. But he
had a rude awakening at this base.

The showers were still gang showers, so the secret joy of seeing all
his buddies naked every morning didn't change, nor the morning
erections that were enevitable, the semi or total nude guys at the
sinks or wandering around the barracks. He kept his joy private. Nobody
wanted to be kicked out, especially for being gay.

And Tony was gay. He knew that in high school, knew that during that
summer after graduation when he was introduced to man sex and knew it
still.  There had already been closeted weekends in motels, bars and
occasional college campuses.

He had already begun to explore the nearby city for places he could go
without fear of being recognized as a soldier. His close cut haircut
was considered trendy so that wouldn't give him away. He perchance for
kneeling naked and saying YES SIR loudly might be a hint, but usually
in those scenes all that was important was his being submissive.

Sacret was a tall, blonde somewhat beefy soldier. Tony had seen him
often as well as the other 18 people in his barracks. He had noted the
boys beefy buttocks and the tattoo of a devil on one cheek. His chest
was thick as were his arms.

He saw him now apporaching Crowley's bed wearing only a towel. He
didn't speak as he peeled the sheet off Crowley's erection. He licked
his hands and then began to jack Crowley's cock. Crowley kept his eyes
closed and muffled some moaning.

Tony felt his own cock throb at the sight of his barracks buddies.
Crowly had made the usual sex jokes, slandered faggots and women. He
wasn't being malicious but acting like most of the macho soldiers Tony
had known in the past.

Now he savored the attentions of Sacret's hands.

As for Sacret, it was obvious he knew what he was doing, alternating
holds, hands, strokes, cockhead rubbing and just about everything
except sucking the cock. Each movement made Crowley wince or moan. And
it was obvious Sacret knew it.

When Crowley came, his spurts shot high in the air. Sacret didn't stop
until Crowley's cock was finished and he reacted to the continued
handjob.

Tony remembered what Crowley said. He turned on his back and folded the
blanket down. Closing his eyes, he reached to hold the bed's metal
headboard and waited for his turn.

He was going to like this new base and these old barracks...especially on
Sundays.